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the Circus) yet will start,
at the name of liberty,
eless word, a vain tradition.

nagic in it? Wrinkled bel
randchildren, as somewhat ru
ippear'd, but when, extends
ronicle-oh! 'tis a cause
} of childhood, and rebrace
news of time-wearied age.
neet, ungrateful boy, we m
genius of old Rome
his reverend hea

st uprear
Out of millions: There bef

thou and I appear.
thy awful brow,
thy eye: Around thee call
that wantons in the sunshine

The world, the prize; and fair be

But soft! why do I waste the In threats unexecuted? Haste th These hated walls that seem to m And cast me forth in duty to the

ACERONIA.

'Tis time we go, the sun is high And, ere mid-day, Nero will co

AGRIPPINA.

My thought aches at him; not t
More deadly to the sight, than is
The cool injurious eye of frozen
I will not meet its poison. Let
Before he sees me.

Yes, I will be gone,

But not to Antium-all shall be confess'd Whate'er the frivolous tongue of giddy fa

Has spread among the crowd; things t whisper'd

Have arch'd the hearer's brow, and rivett His eyes in fearful ecstasy: No matter What; so't be strange, and dreadful.-S Assassinations, poisonings-the deeper My guilt, the blacker his ingratitude.

And you, ye manes of Ambition's victi Enshrined Claudius, with the pitied ghost Of the Syllani, doom'd to early death, (Ye unavailing horrors, fruitless crimes!) If from the realms of night my voice ye h In lieu of penitence, and vain remorse, Accept my vengeance. Tho' by me ye

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hearer's brow, and rivetted

1 ecstasy: No matter

and dreadful-Sorcer

range,
sonings-the deeper
ker his ingratitude.
nes of Ambition's victims,

s, with the pitied ghosts
m'd to early death,
ors, fruitless crimes!)
of night my voice ye hear,
and vain remorse,

ce. Tho' by me ye bled

Let me hot fall alone; but crus
And sink the traitor in his mot

SCENE II.

OTHO, POPPÅ

Thus far we're safe.

OTHO.

Thanks

Of amorous thefts: And had h
Lent us his wings, we could no
With more elusive speed the da
Of wakeful jealousy. Be gay s
Dispel, my fair, with smiles, the
That hangs on thy clear brow.
So her white neck reclin'd, so

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A FRAGMENT

[This is supposed to have been written abou when Mr. Gray returned to Ca

HAIL,

AIL, Horrors, hail! ye ev Ye gothic fanes, and antiquated Where rushy Camus' slowly-wi Perpetual draws his humid train Glad I revisit thy neglected reig Oh take me to thy peaceful sha But chiefly thee, whose influe

high Augments the native darkness o Ah, Ignorance! soft salutary P Prostrate with filial reverence I Thrice hath Hyperion roll'd his Since weeping I forsook thy for

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